I used to be a Medic and Firefighter-- in short I was an adrenaline junkie. And now I’m old and retired. And my body is bent and currently a bit broken. I seek to learn how to be dull.
Despite the enjoyment of watching the hummingbirds at my feeders and the light gardening I do. I still think I could become even more satisfied with my dullness.
Guide me to complete dullness!
Peope keep telling me to journal, too, and I can’t stand it.
It’s not that I have a dislike of journaling, it’s just that I don’t remember to do it. And well, how do you choose what memory is THE one to write down for that day? Big memories like getting married, the birth of each of our Daughters are seared into my brain. Unless/until Alzheimer’s takes me down, they aren’t going anywhere. If and when that happens, pictures and the written word no longer matters anyway.
And those everyday memories are just fleeting moments. Here and gone in a heartbeat. And perhaps not worth the effort to memorialize for history.YMMV
My English teacher taught me “free writing”, which was basically just writing without stopping. Pretty good for unblocking your process and training the mind. That’s what I think of journaling as; but maybe I don’t have the requisite level of narcisism to find my mind droppings that interesting.
I knew a youtuber that would obsessively go through his life and work through his issues via jouranling, but I have a very poor autobiographical memory (maybe related to my limitted ability to visualize), so that’s not really an option for me…
I find writing as a hobby unsatisfying because it’s pretty lonely; even though I’m a better writer naturally than a musician, I can at least subject the suckers at the open mic night to my guitar playing and singing, and without obnoxious feedback.